Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 883

Seven in the evening.

After knocking off work, Maja hopped into her ride.

Zoey was still playing the role of her/driver, taking her back to Rosewood Manor.

Maja was beaten today. Ever since Jeff dropped the bomb on her, she’s been on edge, just trying to keep her calm.

When Zoey steered the car onto a deserted road, she had this gut feeling that they were being tailed by a few vehicles.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, those cars behind us.”

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw those cars speed up and charge straight at them!

Zoey, horrified, slammed the gas, her face turning as white as–a–sheet.

But her driving skills were just so–so and she couldn’t shake off the cars chasing them.

In a flash, they were surrounded by three cars.

Maja straightened up in the backseat, her eyes icy cold. After a while, she finally spoke, “Zoey, how good a swimmer are you?”

“Not too shabby.”

“Can you look out for yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Drive the car into the river. Once we’re in the water, save yourself first.”

“But, Ms. Pennyfeather.”

sweat. Driving into the river was basically

live, this is

was clear they were

dead if they

onto the bridge, smashing through

the attention of nearby cars, many of

Zoey rolled down the windows and also helped Maja roll hers down.

Feeling dizzy, coupled with a strong sense of vertigo, she didn’t have much air, left when they

water hit her, she lost her breath and felt a

to save herself. She was initially swimming up, but seeing Maja not following, she didn’t think twice and quickly swam back.

that even if it meant risking her life, she couldn’t let Ms. Pennyfeather get hurt.

figure dived in from the surface, quickly

she’d only get in the way

of suffocation, a pair of hands

was already dizzy from lack of oxygen and couldn’t

and felt like her chest was

she about

waist, and after reaching the shore, he laid her on the grass

was a sea of activity, with police and onlookers, even reporters, shown up.

flashing, and police were

good Samaritans were diving in to save people, but

not lit by streetlights, only the faint light reflected from

enough for him to see

face as pale as a ghost, and her lips were

feeling like she couldn’t breathe, as

felt someone pressing on her

water, coughed a few times, then felt some

and natural as if it had pulled her back

daze, she heard a man gently asking.

are you so careless? Are you feeling a bit better?”